He Has a Dragon

"The wind and rain always blow away the wind, but this world still has the relics left by Lao Tzu and Li Dan and those mythical legends."

Wang Le, who stopped at the foot of the city, couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The pilgrim city in front of you has a long history and is also the largest city in the entire southwest region.

The permanent population in the city is about 200,000, and most of them are ordinary people except for large and small martial arts families.

Of course, without exception, these ordinary people are serving martial arts masters.

Although the City of Pilgrimage is the largest city in the southwest region, it still pales in comparison to Bai Yujing, where Wang Le lived temporarily when he first entered the martial arts world.

However, both Pilgrimage City and Bai Yujing gave Wang Le the same feeling. That makes him feel as if he has traveled back to the feudal dynasty era in the world of mortals, and is full of ancient style and atmosphere.

For example, the crowds of people entering and exiting the pilgrimage city in front of me, whether ordinary people or warriors, their attire in today's world can only be seen in places such as Hengdian Film and Television City where TV and movies are filmed.

Back to the subject, Wang Le, who had been stationed under the city for a while, did not dare to stay any longer in order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. He quickly put away his gaze towards the pilgrimage city, sorted out his emotions and regained his composure, and then said firmly Take a step away from where you were, and follow the bustling flow of people into the pilgrimage city...

After a while, Wang Le entered the city and wandered along the main street paved with blue bricks. From time to time he would stop in front of some shops selling cultivation elixirs and weapon refining materials and go in to take a look around, but never made any move. Buying Ideas.

Mainly because Wang Le didn't know anything about these elixirs and weapon refining materials, and he didn't want to be fooled by others, so he had no idea of ​​buying them.

However, while shopping, Wang Le spent a piece of low-grade Origin Stone in an ancient book shop to buy a lot of books.

In addition to miscellaneous notes introducing the customs of various places in the martial arts world, these books also include biographies that tell the life stories of the top powerful overlords in the past.

Of course, Wang Le also did not forget to collect and purchase some books that specifically introduced the various sects in the martial arts world.

That is to say, Wang Le wants to keep a low profile, otherwise, he would like to buy the entire ancient book store.

In this way, Wang Le walked and stopped all the way in the pilgrimage city, feeling the bustling and bustling that he had rarely seen since entering the martial arts world, and couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart: "This really makes me feel like I have returned to the indirect world. "

You must know that since entering the martial arts world, Wang Le has never had the opportunity to experience this crowded bustling life except in Bai Yujing.

It can be said that Wang Le enjoys being in this pilgrimage city that is constantly flowing and filled with the smell of fireworks.

After all, no one could bear to stay in that borderland that was so desolate that there were not even two wild beasts for so long, not to mention fighting vampires through life and death there.

Even Wang Le, who has been in and out of the corpse mountain and sea of ​​blood countless times, is no exception. Now in this pilgrim city, he can finally relax and no longer be nervous and tense all day long.

And time passed slowly in the process of wandering.

In a blink of an eye, it was already evening, and the last rays of the setting sun fell on the walls of the pilgrimage city.

What followed was that thousands of lights rose up in the pilgrimage city like daylight, and teahouses and restaurants were welcoming people to and from each other, making it increasingly prosperous and noisy.

Although Wang Le did not feel tired after shopping for half an afternoon, he also knew how to stop when enough was enough. He came to Shangpinju, the largest inn and restaurant in the city, with more to come.

The Shangpin Residence, located in a prime location on Main Street in the Pilgrimage City, occupies a vast area, with an area of ​​more than sixty acres from front to back, left and right, and is only smaller than the City Lord's Mansion, which occupies the largest area in the Pilgrimage City.

Since the City of Pilgrimage has a city lord's palace, it is obviously controlled by the martial arts alliance just like Bai Yujing.

But when Wang Le thought that the martial arts alliance was now in disarray, he knew that this was only nominal control.

As for who actually has the control, Wang Le, as an outsider, doesn't know. Well, he doesn't want to, let alone has no interest in knowing.

After all, he is just an ordinary visitor to this pilgrimage city.

When Wang Le, with his hands behind his back, slowly came to the front steps of Yipinju, he saw a ten-year-old young man with white hair on his shoulders rushing out of the door.

"Sir, please come in!" The young waiter bowed his head and said to Wang Le with a respectful smile.

Wang Le nodded and stepped up the white jade steps and walked toward the door.

At this time, I saw a young waiter walking in front to lead Wang Le into Yipinju, and asked respectfully: "Sir, do you want to stay or eat?"

Wang Le replied casually: "I am tired from traveling all the way. I will rest at your place after dinner. As for accommodation, a room will be fine."

After a pause, Wang Le changed the subject and said, "But as for food, just go ahead and serve any special dishes that Yipinju is good at!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Le took out a low-grade Origin Stone that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve and threw it into the hands of the young man.

The clerk who quickly took the low-grade Origin Stone's eyes lit up, thinking that this guy with an average appearance and average temperament is a high-roller!

Immediately, the young man responded quickly: "Senior, don't worry, everything is in my hands. I will make sure you are satisfied and at home!"

Wang Le hummed nonchalantly, thinking at the same time that this guy should be called a guest officer first, and if he lost a piece of Origin Stone, he would be a senior.

I dare say that the people in the martial arts world and the service industry in the secular world are all the same. They are all just looking at what others are doing.

In the process of secretly lamenting and complaining, Wang Le also followed the young man up the dozen or so steps, crossed the threshold and entered the first-class residence.

The first thing that comes into view is a huge screen blocking the way.

I saw a picture of mountains, rivers, sun and moon painted on the screen, with a far-reaching and magnificent artistic conception, and there was also a poem on it.

The spring breeze comes from the east and passes by suddenly, causing the green wine in the golden cup to ripple.

The fallen flowers are falling one after another, and the beauties are drunk with beauty.

How many peaches and plums can Qingxuan have? The fleeting light deceives people and wastes time.

You dance, the sun goes to the west and the evening sets.

At that time, I was unwilling to give up my spirit, and my hair was as white as silk. What's the point?

Wang Le, who was standing in front of the screen, softly recited the untitled poem halfway through, then looked at the young man who had stopped, and asked with some uncertainty: "Is this poem written by Li Bai?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young waiter gave Wang Le a thumbs up with a smile on his face and admiration: "Senior is so knowledgeable that he actually knows the root of this poem."

"Uh!" Wang Le muttered in his heart: "This great poet Li is really good. His poems can be found everywhere in the martial arts world."

Earlier when Wang Le followed Qingyangzi to Baiyujing, he had stood in front of the city gate and recited Li Bai's poem "Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor, the immortal caressed my head, I tied my hair and received eternal life".

Wang Le did not expect to see the poems left by Li Bai again in this pilgrimage city.